It's something i wrote last week.Just woke up after a nasty dream and wrote this up..
Have a dekho..
Was it the moist air, or he smelt something cold,
Wakes up, tissues mislead,
Questions his existence, No answer to reckon;
He sleeps again!
The air moist still, or he had thought so?
Urge to smell the glory is what he dreamt,
Gusts of suffocation; midst of sorrow,
Sorrow which none saw, while they kept laughing!
The steps were broad, feet numbed,
Tussled up, he smirks again,
Questions his existence, No answer still;
A realization: he won’t ever sleep again!
He smelt the air, it had rained
Cosmic significance? He laughed again,
There she was, drenched in the stars,
For once he startled again.
Pure serene; the steps regained,
He looked again, pure mystic calm,
His head hung high above the sky,
She never ever moved again.
The hairs all over, he took some heavy steps,
She smelt cold, her hands he held,
Unmoved, he saw her under the rain,
Tranced, he wished eternity to her again.
Eternity it was, to her undying pain,
Trenched in stars, he never saw her again,
Questions his existence, No answer still;
A realization: he won’t ever let her sleep again!
